Mirage thought it was Noah who had entered the garage. So, he, in his mind, transformed into his robot alt mode, excited to chat with his friend. Not only did he guess wrong, but now he had a terrified human hucking random tools at him. Bolts and screws bounced off of his frame, clanging against the metal, leaving minute scratches that had Mirage scrunching his enstril up in mild irritation.

"Hey--! Calm down, you'll take someone's optic out with your--"

He ducked quickly out of the way of a flying wrench as soon as he stood a step closer to you.

"Woah, what's with the hostility?! Come on, stop throwin' stuff," Mirage grumbled as he reached for you. He saw the way you eyed a torque wrench. "Cut it out. I'm not gonna hurt you--"